[Intro: Lil Durk & Pimp K]
The big Durkio, though
Nigga been bumpin' this shit since I was seven years old, man
(Hahaha) And I got with Durkio
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus]
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes fuckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but low-key you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
[Verse]
Bro in the kitchen, fell asleep off Percocets
Wifey text me like, "Turn off the pot"
Thinkin' 'bout bro doin' the dash in the Ghost off a four, shit had me swervin' a lot
Hit him with perjury, he kept it a hundred through burglary, I send him money a lot
Wishin' he made it through surgery, doctors' and nurses' faces tellin' a lot
Shout-out brodie, he made it out of the drug game, you'd be blessed if he serve you an ounce
I fuck your bitch, I'm not throwin' no shade up, I'm the type to just fuck her and bounce
Seen my uncle actually reactin' off coke
Won a Grammy, sent my picture to bro
Breezy, Wicked and Chuckyy my woe
Them not the niggas you send to the store
Breakin' news, the trenches a zoo
Just don't move, get shot out your shoes
Tell on who? I don't have a clue
Flew her out and she stayed in the room (Woah, woah)
Murder cases, I watch it from Zoom (Woah, woah)
Ice from Izzy, my shit like a pool (Woah, woah)
Give me lean, I don't want no Azul (Woah, woah)
All my savages family too (Woah, woah, woah)
The big Durkio, though
Nigga been bumpin' this shit since I was seven years old, man
(Hahaha) And I got with Durkio
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus]
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes fuckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but low-key you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
[Verse]
Bro in the kitchen, fell asleep off Percocets
Wifey text me like, "Turn off the pot"
Thinkin' 'bout bro doin' the dash in the Ghost off a four, shit had me swervin' a lot
Hit him with perjury, he kept it a hundred through burglary, I send him money a lot
Wishin' he made it through surgery, doctors' and nurses' faces tellin' a lot
Shout-out brodie, he made it out of the drug game, you'd be blessed if he serve you an ounce
I fuck your bitch, I'm not throwin' no shade up, I'm the type to just fuck her and bounce
Seen my uncle actually reactin' off coke
Won a Grammy, sent my picture to bro
Breezy, Wicked and Chuckyy my woe
Them not the niggas you send to the store
Breakin' news, the trenches a zoo
Just don't move, get shot out your shoes
Tell on who? I don't have a clue
Flew her out and she stayed in the room (Woah, woah)
Murder cases, I watch it from Zoom (Woah, woah)
Ice from Izzy, my shit like a pool (Woah, woah)
Give me lean, I don't want no Azul (Woah, woah)
All my savages family too (Woah, woah, woah)
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